Funny you should ask. We are just cleaning out some of our books. They are all well read but no longer relevant to us, and we rather create some space for new ones that do have our current preference. Debbie is putting them on internet, found a nice platform for that and enjoys building this little bookshop of ours. Books about music, psychology, philosophy, cooking, poetry, it’s a broadly spread bouquet of our literate and other dwellings. So these will not be found anymore in our inheritance.
I would be surprised if some one would be surprised going through what is left after our demise. Perhaps they would wonder about the indian philosophy books, or the small fountainpen collection (why 20 fountainpens? Because they are beautifully made and a pleasure to write with, hold in the hand, and fill with the colorful inks we have 30 bottles of). They would’t know what to do with all the piano scores ranging from Bach to Bartok. Or the old nebulizers. Or 600 CD’s with classical music. Or with the amateur pharmacy holding all of my pills. Would anyone care to decorate their walls with some of Debbies beautiful painting? Will anyone try to learn pianoplaying on the fine instrument I used for so long?
I only hope some one will finally find the other socks of all my orphaned pairs and drop me a prayer about them.